doctors know
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* Josh Mayich

*   © 2007 Canadian Medical Association or its licensors

some days are good  
</br> some days are bad  
</br>  

I have come to know  
</br> the bad days  
</br>  

remembrances  
</br> hung dry on the  
</br> crying eyes  
</br>  

daddy's dead  
</br> memories of the little girl  
</br> lost in the big strong arms  
</br> of her hero  
</br> her Atlas  
</br> who held her world up  
</br> now lets it down  
</br> gently on the snow  
</br> covered peaks  
</br> while I watch on  
</br> I can't say  
</br> why days are  
</br> good or bad  
</br>  

I can't say why  
</br> the sound of a soft voice  
</br> with a guitar makes  
</br> me choke up  
</br>  

a grown man  
</br> a hardened man  
</br> fighting  
</br> the same way he did  
</br> when he was seven  
</br> a man's man  
</br> an orthopaedic surgery resident  
</br> fighting  
</br> not to cry  
</br> not to let  
</br> the remembrances of humanity,  
</br>  

return  
</br> to my very own doctor eyes  
</br>  

Doctors bleed  
</br> Doctors cry  
</br> Doctors stand at the foot of your bed  
</br> and pray to God they'll somehow see  
</br> another day  
</br>  

Doctors die  
</br>  

inside  
</br>  

outside  
</br>  

Doctors have good days  
</br> secretly holding their child's  
</br> beautiful smile  
</br> in their minds  
</br> praying that God wouldn't  
</br> put her face  
</br> on the 6 year old female  
</br> the next patient  
</br> on the way  
</br> in transport from a car accident  
</br> her extracted dry blood  
</br> on loan to the  
</br> thirsty 401  
</br>  

Doctors know  
</br> inside  
</br> the smell of death  
</br>  

outside  
</br> the taste of regret  
</br>  

death  
</br>  

doctors know  
</br> good days  
</br> and  
</br> bad days  
</br> days  
</br> happy just to breathe the air  
</br>  

days spent  
</br> staring at the mirrored  
</br> liar  
</br> unspoken  
</br>  

silent  
</br>  

lost  
</br>